*Eliza*

I wasn’t sure what I wanted to happen.

Jared was walking around the room, gathering his clothes and tossing them in a pile by the door. He staunched the fire and turned out the lamp in the far corner of the room, all while I stood awkwardly in the threshold to the bathroom.

“Is there anything you need from your room?” he asked through the near-total darkness.

He turned on a lamp on his bedside table, his body illuminated by soft amber ...